Chapter 1
"What have we here?" sneered Voldermort. His voice was chilling and full of malice. It was although you could hear the weight of all the murders and terrible deeds he had committed pressing down on his words. Hermione who was kneeling on the floor with her head bowed low, knew that eventually she was going to have to look up to him and face him. She decided she'd rather do it herself than be forced to. She sucked up her breath and tried to muster as much courage as possible.
Hermione looked up, trying to look defiant and ready for a fight, but when she was met by Voldermort's red snake like eyes and terrible, terrible face, she just look terrified. His pale hallowed face made her feel physically sick, and she really had to fight the urge to heave. She was unsure as to whether she was supposed to answer him.
"Hermione Granger. The filthy mudblood who thinks she's better than purebloods. You make me sick" Voldermort jeered. Hermione thought to herself, that at least that feeling was mutual. Without warning and before Hermione had even heard the word leave his mouth, she felt the terrible power of a cruciatus curse inflict itself upon her body. She'd always thought that she would be strong enough not to scream. How stupid of her. It felt like flames burning her skin, and acid flowing through her viens. Hermione let a blood curdling scream. She would do anything for the pain to stop. She'd rather die than bare another second of this pain.
Eventually the curse lifted and the pain slowly subsided. Hermione became aware that she was shaking and tried to gather herself so as not to give Voldermort any more pleasure.
"So what shall we do with you?" asked Voldermort. "Snape has already informed me of how little information you know. " Hermione gazed up to see Snape standing to the right of Voldermort, with disinterest plastered on his face. She quickly gazed around and realised she was in fact surrounded by death eaters staring on in glee. She was surprised when saw Draco Malfoy there with them. She knew his family's history, but she'd never imagined he would become a death eater so young.
"Does the order not trust their precious Hermione Granger?" Hermione's eyes snapped back round to where Voldermort was looming over her.
"I'm not yet of age" she replied meekly not, wanting to meet his gaze again.
This was met by dark laughter by all of those who surrounded her. Voldermort continued to gaze at her impassively.
"We shall have to find a use for you," Voldermort paused to think. "You're a beautiful girl, you'd make a good present for our newest member." His gaze turned to Draco Malfoy.
"Come here Draco," he demanded. Draco stepped forward as asked and proceeded to make his way to Voldermort left side. Malfoy tried to look calm, but Hermione could see terror under his façade. She was at least glad to know that he didn't like this arrangement and more than her.
"A gift for you Draco," He said pointing a ghostly white finger down at Hermione. "Do with her as you please." This was met by more dark laughter.
"You may go"
The death eaters began to apparate. Draco took a few steps forward and grasped Hermione firmly by the wrist. She felt the familiar uncomfortable sucking sensation of apparition as the room disappeared from beneath her feet.